desperation swam in through the ovalular opening of the porthole
The bait was his mask hanging over the balcony
He never saw the fish as such
Just another way to make it a bad day
In another lifetimes sleepy tundra
Pulsing brain patterns disolve into faded views of filmy haze
Fingers drum away at an off white dust ridden pattern
of obscurity
wandering alone in this withered fruit
